Untitled (on the field)

dispensable; 

adequate enough

only until his mistakes

cast me aside 

between angered shouts,

rolling // falling 

into deep unknown corners,

only the forgotten 

found here;

somewhere between

dark shadows, 

where even fluorescent light

does not shine,

and the last one

he chose to cast away;

I watch his happiness

from behind dust particles 

hanging in muted silence,

burning // scratching

suffocating the atmosphere,

I try to remember

to breathe.

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